I can be a cephalopod’s weapon of choice, or the fuel that drives a weapon mightier than a sword.

You will be great in my possession, The horror fan said, Haunted dolls are my obsession. I'm not a toy! Chucky whailed, Nor am I a dead human boy! I will take care of you and love you more in my showcase behind a locked door. A camera will be filming every move; I will be viral and famous, The horror fan exclaimed ignoramus, and everyone will know the TikToker with the killer...

I hold what is precious when it cannot stand And gently protect it with a careful hand I rock with a rhythm both quiet and slow While those in my keeping drift off below I have carried the young through the earliest days And watched little eyes close while I gently sway I need no voice to offer comfort or care Yet somehow I promise that safety is there I may be made of wood or woven with thread And sometimes I stand beside someone's bed Long before footsteps and journeys begin I am where a new chapter quietly starts within What am I

The muffin's show off cousin: frosted, sprinkled, and still cooked in the oven

I am not from the dinner table, Though I share its name and shape, My tines are long, my purpose humble, I toss the hay, I turn the earth, In fields of work, I prove my worth.